Concerts Aren't Really My Thing by Chloe
After twelve cold hours of sitting on the hard concrete leaning against something not much more comfortable, the security guard finally opened the door to the Paramount Theatre and waited on the other side of the street for the cars to leave him a path to cross. Standing up in anticipation, the whole line of fans lined up for like, half a mile, all pushed foreword to hear what he had to say. Apparently the security guard’s name was Michael Jackson and we weren’t to call the other security guard that or he’ll get pissed. No one laughed. I kind of felt bad for him but my toes were about to fall off and I couldn’t feel any part of my hands so I wasn’t really in the mood to dawdle and extend my time outside. Giving up, Michael Jackson told everyone what we were going to do when it was time to “orderly” walk into the Hoodie Allen concert. I remember sighing only to remind myself how cold I felt, but not realizing how dehydrated I was. After we got our concert shirts and found a spot near the front, Chiddy Bang, the opening act came out and performed for like three hours. That was an exaggeration but my point is that it felt like forever. The bass was not just booming really loud, but shaking the whole building and all of my insides. I sound like an old man. I started to get really, really thirsty and decide there was no possible way I was going to live any longer if I didn’t get a drink of water that exact instant. So somehow I fought my way out of the vicious crowd and walked all the way to the very back of the venue, up some stairs, out a door, across a lobby and down two flights of stairs to the water fountain. Partially satisfied, I hurried back to the crowd and actually managed to fight my way all the way through the crowd back to my friends. The opening acts had ended and everyone was waiting for Hoodie Allen to come out and perform. “Wooooaaahhhh” was all that went through my head. Yeah, okay I almost fell over. I told my friends I needed to go right then because I was for sure going to pass out. Stumbling, dizzy and really, really light headed, I once again pushed back through the crowd, getting yelled at by Not Michael Jackson because I almost went the wrong way, somehow making it all the way to the back of the venue, up some stairs, out a door, across a lobby and down two flights of stairs to the water fountain without falling over. I bought a cookie ate the whole thing while sitting out side all sad as Movie started. My view wasn’t even that bad and nobody was pushing me. By the time the concert ended and the confetti came down during the encore, I had found my way all the way up the balcony and I was mildly okay with that. Since then I’ve decided that concerts are not really my thing.
I Live For Concerts by Paola
After being numb from sitting in the freezing cold for 12 hours with a gazillion blankets till 6 in the morning, a guard finally had come over to lead us across the street into the venue. My eyes lit up walking in, my heart was beating so fast I honestly thought it was going to fall out. I grabbed Chloe and our friend Kayla and we sprinted to the merch table. (We had to buy $25 merch to get a VIP Pass) Eventually we found our spots on the floor while we waited for the show to start. I was almost at the front and I had a perfect view. After dancing through Chiddy Bang and Max’s performance I finally heard that song that changed my night completely; People Keep Talking by Hoodie Allen. Some people are super shy and kind of awkward at concerts but let me tell you, I’m not. Immediately after I heard Hoodie’s voice I started bumping up and down and screamed the lyrics. It was a big sense of relief, even though it was a school night that’s what made it better. I had wait 12 hours to see this artist that had influenced me in many ways. I let loose and was overflowing with positive vibes. Being surrounded by people who felt the same way and feeling the beat of the bass thump in your heart is one of the most amazing feelings. If you’ve never been to a concert, I highly advise you do. (They’re not dangerous, for the most part anyway.)
After going to my first concert I knew I was going to become a concert junkie. I have to say Hoodie Allen was one of the best concerts I’ve been to. I sang, danced, screamed, and whooped all night long. He was ten times better live and it was a fun experience all together. But now here comes the good part. Saddened by the realization that the concert had come to end at about 11 I snapped into reality and realized we still had VIP passes. We were escorted towards a line and waited, waited, waited and waited. Finally he came out, flashing his big, adorable smile. People screamed and I tried to stay calm. Honestly I still haven’t come into realization that I was in the same room as Hoodie let alone have met him. Our turn came and he went in for a hug, I screamed in my head. “I just hugged Hoodie Allen.” He was super sweet, genuine and so very talented. Even though I got home at 1 in the morning on a school night, I have to say it was one of the best nights of my life.
After going to my first concert I knew I was going to become a concert junkie. I have to say Hoodie Allen was one of the best concerts I’ve been to. I sang, danced, screamed, and whooped all night long. He was ten times better live and it was a fun experience all together. But now here comes the good part. Saddened by the realization that the concert had come to end at about 11 I snapped into reality and realized we still had VIP passes. We were escorted towards a line and waited, waited, waited and waited. Finally he came out, flashing his big, adorable smile. People screamed and I tried to stay calm. Honestly I still haven’t come into realization that I was in the same room as Hoodie let alone have met him. Our turn came and he went in for a hug, I screamed in my head. “I just hugged Hoodie Allen.” He was super sweet, genuine and so very talented. Even though I got home at 1 in the morning on a school night, I have to say it was one of the best nights of my life.